He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. Gerald shook his head. The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. Sir John was not used to such glances, and he liked them.
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